Bittersweet Poems
#bittersweet
Poetry about pleasurable life experiences which are also tinged with sadness. Bittersweet poems about life events which prompt a mixture of opposing feelings.
Shifting Courses
The riverside was my home
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.
Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.
Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?
#bittersweet
#despair
#MovingOn #river
#MovingOn #river
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Pre-Jul
Pre- Juul time
The trees on the avenida have fairy lights
wrapped around their trunk
in the evening when the avenida is full of
slow-moving cars, people wanting to go
home from their offices in the center
they drum their fingers on the steering
wheel and wait for the traffic light to go
green, they might think it is beautiful
it is but
What's lacking is pristine snow. it is
a scene from a Hollywood movie about
Christmas; luckily, I have not seen snow
in Cascais. I think about the electric
bill it was high last...
The trees on the avenida have fairy lights
wrapped around their trunk
in the evening when the avenida is full of
slow-moving cars, people wanting to go
home from their offices in the center
they drum their fingers on the steering
wheel and wait for the traffic light to go
green, they might think it is beautiful
it is but
What's lacking is pristine snow. it is
a scene from a Hollywood movie about
Christmas; luckily, I have not seen snow
in Cascais. I think about the electric
bill it was high last...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
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Veiled Love
The true depths of selfishness
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
#bittersweet
#courage
#heartbroken
#nightmares
#suffering
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Sexual intercourse and buyer's remorse!
By Stanley Collymore
Alcohol is just a convenient excuse
to essentially overlook evidently
very irresponsible and really
thoughtless and spontaneous behaviour!
Thus, per se, alcohol is rather pertinently
not the genuine problem, but undeniably
a conduit to actually facilitating the real
one, that indubitably is literally basically
that of men and women, really casually
jumping into bed with clearly complete
strangers to themselves, and naturally
crucially essentially people they really
quite distinctly don't...
Alcohol is just a convenient excuse
to essentially overlook evidently
very irresponsible and really
thoughtless and spontaneous behaviour!
Thus, per se, alcohol is rather pertinently
not the genuine problem, but undeniably
a conduit to actually facilitating the real
one, that indubitably is literally basically
that of men and women, really casually
jumping into bed with clearly complete
strangers to themselves, and naturally
crucially essentially people they really
quite distinctly don't...
#bittersweet
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
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Not Yet Swans
We were fooled last week
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
#bittersweet
#LongDistanceRelationship
#separation
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No matter what
That moment when I struggle
It's not supposed to be
I try to hold on to the
words once said to me
I promised that I'll thank Him
every single day
for if it was His blessing
I'll guard it come what may
In words once said to me
embedded in my heart
assured to always be
there no matter what
It's not supposed to be
I try to hold on to the
words once said to me
I promised that I'll thank Him
every single day
for if it was His blessing
I'll guard it come what may
In words once said to me
embedded in my heart
assured to always be
there no matter what
#bittersweet
#MeToo
#support
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QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
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The calling
You'll never get anywhere if you stay
You can only get somewhere if you go
Listen for that lonesome call
It's calling for you so low
Loneliness is your friend
Don't think of him as your foe
Leave no trace when you leave
It's about time for you to go
Don't resist the urge any longer
Noone can ever say no
No need to pack your bags
Hear that lone whistle blow
You've got somewhere to go
No need to linger here anymore
You can only get somewhere if you go
Listen for that lonesome call
It's calling for you so low
Loneliness is your friend
Don't think of him as your foe
Leave no trace when you leave
It's about time for you to go
Don't resist the urge any longer
Noone can ever say no
No need to pack your bags
Hear that lone whistle blow
You've got somewhere to go
No need to linger here anymore
#bittersweet
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Still Burning
You are hidden who knows where,
among the yellowing leaves of
a paralyzed time, crystallized
in the nothingness of memory.
It was my own hand to throw you
over the edge, to curse your thorns,
o adolescent rose, goddess of my silence;
I couldn't go any further
your radiant summer,
I couldn't see the ice glistening beyond
the garden of dreams.
Years have fallen like lead dominoes,
I've learned to dance with life
even as it simulates death, and yet,
if there is light in this sunset of stone,
it's because a...
among the yellowing leaves of
a paralyzed time, crystallized
in the nothingness of memory.
It was my own hand to throw you
over the edge, to curse your thorns,
o adolescent rose, goddess of my silence;
I couldn't go any further
your radiant summer,
I couldn't see the ice glistening beyond
the garden of dreams.
Years have fallen like lead dominoes,
I've learned to dance with life
even as it simulates death, and yet,
if there is light in this sunset of stone,
it's because a...
#bittersweet
#despair
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#sadness
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Wind's song
I am the voice of the wind
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
#bittersweet
#emotions
#sadness
#universe
#wind
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Something or Other.
I'm always at my best.
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
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E.G.O
A simple name thou doth hath.
Three letters,
very easy to grasp.
Only but
if thy simple name
half described thy complex nature
then half the people you destroy
would still be standing
or sitting
at their rightful place.
Subtle when cunning,
Silent when loudest...
true definition of enigma.
You're always wrong
especially when right.
You always run ahead,
even when walking.
You boast humbly,
and brag gently.
You're bossy,
to the core.
You dominate
actions of men,
great...
Three letters,
very easy to grasp.
Only but
if thy simple name
half described thy complex nature
then half the people you destroy
would still be standing
or sitting
at their rightful place.
Subtle when cunning,
Silent when loudest...
true definition of enigma.
You're always wrong
especially when right.
You always run ahead,
even when walking.
You boast humbly,
and brag gently.
You're bossy,
to the core.
You dominate
actions of men,
great...
#bittersweet
#denial
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